News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-11-10

i here. People will open their eyes whel
7 they see them. Copper and native sill
yer till you can't rest-but, of course
f you don't know anything about sucl
things" He broke off with a com
passionate laugh.
/ ''You vas not afraid the little frar
would drubble herself? and, indeed, dat
/ is ferry goot, as a woman should not make
herself drubble ven der is noting wort. ,
The mans voice was dry and meas
ured, bat the swelling veins ON his fore
head betrayed a severe inward strain.
The young man observed nothing of
this.
"Not bit, Dresden. To tell the
truth" )" he said, in burst of confidence,
and with q mild air of triumph at the
recollection of his brilliant artifce. "I
fiatter myself that managed that pretty
well. 1 told her to look for me in three
weeks. l know a woman. They are
all right as long as they have something
to take up their minds. | know look
ing for me would sort of break up the
time and give her something to think
| of.
"And what tink you dat occupation
will be already, Mr. Mereditg And in
tteet 1t is fiery nice for yoman to be tinK-
ing how the wild Apaches hat maybe got
her mans scalp, or he is ferry likely to
fall in under some big rock, or blowed
in pieces by plast. The speaker had
risen to his feet, and his bowed form
straightened as he confronted Meredith
In his wrath. "Mr. Meredit, when your
wife lifs and your child is of right mint,
you need not tank yourself -
The man he addressed stared straight
before him, as if he saw a phantom,
His easy confidence had deserted him.
and he trembled from head to foot
The possible results of his adroit strategy
marched in spectral procession before
him.
Good Lord, Dresden !" he faltered.
eff anything has happened to her.
had better go over the precipice now"
81 know not dat de loss wood be fery
great, answered the other coolly. He
could not forgive the fellow in a MON.
ent. Only dat she is fool-all vim
men are fools,' he remarked, senten-
tlously, ''and if she lifs-''
Striking his spurs deep into the flanks
of his horse, Meredith dashed around
the bend in the road; and in few sec
onds the clatter of hoofs had Gied away
in the distance. Old Dresden, with a
queer smile on his plain face, touched
up his lazy animal and continued his
journey southwark.
At daybreak the next morning David
Rowell, prowling about like a wrath
IN the dim light, heard horse coming
up the southern road. Meredith
checked his gait as he saw the tall fig
ure approaching.
Don't say it, Rowell," he protested.
!" There is just one thing left to do. "
He drew a revolver from his case in his |
belt, and deliberately cooked it. David |
howell knocked it from his hand and it
exploded harmlessly in a clump of
'agebrush couple of rods away. As
he viewed the pale face and staring eyes
md the gaunt figure, stiff and erect in
he saddle, the words of reproach, if he
lad any ready, died upon his lips
i" Courage, john he said. "She's
live. L wouldn't have answered for
mother day"
Dresden, . said John Meredith, one
orning n few months later, ms he
rolled into the back yard, bearing. in
5 arms a small bundle, which he hano- {
d with awkard tenderness, you
aven't done anything in the chicken
ne this summer, I hear
The little man was wrestling with a
DOT shaped like a two-headed dog.
mod much," he replied shortly, and
rought down the axe with force that
left the heads in twain.
''Sorry. We miss the fresh eggs and
pring chickens. I say, Dresden" he
vent on musingly, ''you didn't make SO
much out of those gimcracks as you
hought you would, now, did you9 I've
Ilways wondered what in time sent you
lown into that forsaken country any
low."
From beneath his bushy eyebrows
Dresden stole queer glance ut his care
ess questioner. Meredith sprang up
IS if he had been shot.
What? Confound you
Dresden nodded. Meredith stretched
out his hand to him. Two palms,
one grimy and hardened with toll, met
in clasp over Il g sleeping babe.-IHe